Lyrics To The Song “West Coast Crunk” By Point One From The
Album “Rythmic African Poetry” Written By Justin David Myers (Ascap) Published
By Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap) ©2012
(Intro)
“ Ha Ha,
Im A Start By Saying…..,
I Wrote This In Prison……,
Real Prison….,
(Chorus)
Paper Stackin’ Bank Riches,
Money In My Palm,
Countin’ Dollar For Dollar,
Costen Arm For Arm,
Charm The Don,
The Long Con,
Adden Up Cheddar,
Stay A Hustler By Profession,
And Grynd In Any Weather,
Sleet , Rain Or Snow,
Hard , Black Or Blow,
One’s, Dime’s And Dubb’s,
Nick’s, Fifty’s And Hund’s,
Cars, Clothes’ And Gun’s,
What Ever You Want,
What Ever You Need,
I Got You ,
Just Call On Me Cuz,
(Bridge)
You Can Give Me Your Money,
Yes Give Me Your Paper,
Cuz Im A Stack It Higher Up,
Then A Sky Scraper,
I See,
Nothing But Platinum,
I Dream,
Nothing But Gold,
Got Ice Sickles Falling Down From My Ear Lobe,
(Verse One)
Shorty Im Infatuated With The Way You Shake That,
Nine To Pole Dancer,
Only For The Get,
Back……
Be Real Now Baby…..
Yous A Flame In The Spot Light,
Do You In The Right Type,
Midnight Hype,
Got A Playa In Some Nice Price,
louis Vuitton Slacks,
Get Out Them Jeans,
I Don’t Pay Attention Lady,
But Your Eyes Amaze Me,
Dang Girl How You Do That,
Messing With My Mind State,
Mental Push The Pencil Instrumental Instruct Pimpin,
(Verse Two)
You Don’t Know The Meanin’ O Putting In Work,
Forget A Nine To Five,
I Push A Twenty Four Hours,
My Day To Dayn Grynd,
On Call Lyke A Doctor,
Ill Open Up Your Doors,
With My Key’s Lyke A Lock Smith,
And If You Get Sick,
My D’S Pharmaceutic,
My Triple Beams Huge,
Use To Use To Weigh The Wales With,
Cant Take A Plane,
I Have Excess Baggage,
Get A Check From Fema,
Cuz My Snow Wreaks Havoc ,
It’s the Middle Of The Drought,
But My Wet Aint Helping,
And That Boy’s Steady Getting Shot,
No Teflon Vestin’,
What You Need A Window Fixed,
And Your Getting Tired,
But You Don’t Want To Go To Sleep,
I Got Some thing For Ya,
What You Call That…..?
You Can Call It Whatever You Want….
But One More Thing……..
Shhhhhh!!!!!....
(Verse 3)
Weve Got A Code On The Street,
Handle Beef Your Own,
Where The Sharks Eat Guppies,
And Guppies Pack Calicoes,
West Side Rollen, Brick Pushin, And Strap Holdin,
Keep Your Mouth Shut,
Or You Wont Have It No More,
We Feed So Our Familys Can Eat,
And Keep Our Crew Fed,
Don’t Trush Ish, If You Do,
You And Your Crew Dead,
Your Girl Got Knocked And Flipped,
Thought She A Down Chick,
Now You Doing Fed Tyme,
No Hope A Parole,
Put
Something Clean On…………
Lerts Ryde…..
(Verse Four)
Step Up,
Step
Up,
Step Up,
After Party, Jewelry Shining, Whynd And Gryndin,
Out Of Tyme ,
Hit The Spot,
Clubs Close After Dark,
Blunts Spark,
Music Rocks,
Turn It Up,
At The Spot,
Make It Hot, Lil Mom-ma
(Chorus)
Paper Stackin’ Bank Riches,
Money In My Palm,
Countin’ Dollar For Dollar,
Costen Arm For Arm,
Charm The Don,
The Long Con,
Adden Up Cheddar,
Stay A Hustler By Profession,
And Grynd In Any Weather,
Sleet , Rain Or Snow,
Hard , Black Or Blow,
One’s, Dime’s And Dubb’s,
Nick’s, Fifty’s And Hund’s,
Cars, Clothes’ And Gun’s,
What Ever You Want,
What Ever You Need,
I Got You ,
Just Call On Me Cuz,
(Bridge)
You Can Give Me Your Money,
Yes Give Me Your Paper,
Cuz Im A Stack It Higher Up,
Then A Sky Scraper,
I See,
Nothing But Platinum,
I Dream,
Nothing But Gold,
Got Ice Sickles Falling Down…..
(Outro)
Number Sign Pound Freedom……
Ha Ha ,
Ha Ha,
Real Prison…..”
-----End-----
©2012 (P)Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap)
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